Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The Creatures Climbing on You Aren’t Cute

The creatures climbing on you aren’t cute.
Whatever their unknown pursuit,
you merely seem to be a thing
to which they’ve chosen, now, to cling –

and nothing more.
You are the scaffolding and door
and floor and ceiling of their enterprise –
as mutely useful as expedient supplies.

Their undivulged agenda, untold goal
do not require you to have a soul.
All you have to be is there.
Otherwise they do not care.

Strange, this causes happiness!
Some balance has achieved redress.
Sanguine feelings are released. Chief
among them is relief.


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